Dear Quill,
I can't write what you did.
I don't have it in me to pen what happened down.
But, you fucked up, Quill.
And even though I wasn't the one
to come forward, I'm glad you're exactly where you belong.I hope that in prison you'll finally understand what it means when someone says no.
You were the one who:
a) wronged me,
b) failed me, and
c)missed all the signs✒
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Killing Samuel and Moving On
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